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No;—as the brook is flowing, With sunshine at its side, While fair wild flowers are growing, Leant lovely o'er the tide;

So linked with many a treasure Of nature and of spring, With all that gives thee pleasure, My heart to thine shall cling.

The rose shall be enchanted To breathe of love to thee; All fair things shall be haunted With vows of faith from me.

The west wind shall secure thee My tidings from the main; But, most of all, assure thee How soon we meet again.